⚠️smut
Cheryl hears Toni before she sees her.
"I got something for you."
Immediately, she jumps, spilling the pot of hot coffee in her hands over the rim of her mug and onto the counter, and swears under her breath, reaching for a napkin to clean it up. It's a bit of an overreaction, maybe, but she's never liked being sneaked up on, and she's always been jumpy by nature.
Okay so yes, admittedly she's been a bit more jumpy these past few days. No, it most definitely does not have anything to do with her humiliating confession a few days prior, and the fact that anytime she's around her friends now at school, she can't help but feel everyone's eyes on her all the time, judging her, pitying her. It's bordering on slight paranoia, at this point.
Well, maybe more than slight.
And to top it all off? It's the Thursday night before Valentine's weekend, and she's alone, single, perpetually orgasm-less and now even more painfully aware of it, and that is most certainly not helping her mood much, either. She's starting to think she might be a bit pathetic.
Shaking the thought away, Cheryl exhales sharply, cleans up her mess, and finally turns to Toni, a hint of weariness in her voice, when normally she zips through her day with all the enthusiasm in the world.
The other girl stands before her in a blue sweater and dark jeans with one arm outstretched, a little pink box topped with a pastel purple bow in her hand. As soon as she sees it, Cheryl frowns, and doesn't reach out to take it because there's something cautious in Toni's eyes, something careful. Something a bit like well-concealed pity, but warm; not judgmental.
Still, she bristles. "What?"
"Here," Toni tells her. "Take it."
Cheryl doesn't move a muscle. "Okay, one? It's not my birthday. And two? What the hell is this?"
Toni raises her eyebrows in surprise. "You know, when most people get a gift, they just accept it and say 'thank you.'"
Again, she hesitates, before finally reaching out, taking hold of the box, and looking up at Toni once more.
"Why are you getting me a present?" Toni opens her mouth to answer, but Cheryl cuts her off. "Because if this has anything to do with what I told you idiots on Monday, I swear-"
"Just," Toni interrupts her, unflinching, "open it, Cheryl."
Normally Cheryl would protest again, but she isn't honestly sure she has it in her, today, and so she doesn't. There's something about the way Toni says those words that makes her curiosity finally win out over her own common sense because yeah, she's wary of this so-called 'gift' but she also can't help but wonder what the hell it is that could be so important.
So she gives in, easing the lid up slowly and pushing aside the thin layer of white tissue paper inside, as if expecting something to pop out and jump-scare her, even though she's ninety percent sure Toni would never do something so juvenile.
But then she sees what's inside, and realizes quickly that she can deduce absolutely goddamn nothing about Toni's motives for this.
Or anything. Ever again.
"Oh my god," she blurts out, mouth dropping open. "Oh my god. Y-you... This is a... What the hell, Toni?"
It's a vibrator. A small pink bullet, resting there in the middle of the tissue paper. The sight of it startles Cheryl so much that she forgets how to speak for a moment and almost drops it, dumbstruck by the sight. Why is Toni giving her this?
